The Courage To Call Home

The bloomed flowers,

In my garden,

Give a sense of belongingness,

Which I never felt before.

The day I had nothing left,

Due to people's high demands,

Those people I trusted,

Left me one by one.

Now I live alone,

In this run down house,

Which I can't get,

The courage to call home.

I waited for a long time,

For someone to return,

And make this house, a home,

But there was no sign so far.

After all this,

I gave up waiting,

And accepted my faith,

To leave alone lifelong.

I now go to the garden everyday,

Admiring those bloomed flowers,

Who I know very well,

Will wither away someday.